THOSE GOOD TEEN YEARS 4 CLOSER THAN EVER

Chapter Eight: Intimate Make Up

Emma stomped down the stairs hard.

Stupid, incorrigible, dumb, incredibly hot, jackass, a total nincompoop and... she was out of words to describe him. How dare he? How dare he come to her roof, force her to open the window, try to apologize WHILE checking her out, and generally doing things that made her want to jump his bones- it wasn't fair, and he couldn't just do that!

Well, he did. And she let him get away with it.

What had she been thinking, anyway? Contrary to what he thought, about her not being able to take the blame, she did. She knew what she did was wrong. She shouldn't have kissed him when he was apologizing her.

Why did she do that? No idea. But then his silly storming off, and telling her that she couldn't handle herself- well, that struck a nerve.

So now she was going for her normal morning jog on Sunday morning. It was now around seven, and as she came into the kitchen for a glass of water, she crashed into her mom, who was wearing a red wrap dress. Why her mom was looking so nice in the morning was suddenly a big mystery.

"Hello, darling."

"Mom? What are you doing up so early in this very beautiful dress?"

"Oh... um, your dad and I have to attend a seminar."

"Oh god." Em groaned. Seminars were a part of life for the Deyton's, since Mr. and Mrs. Deyton were top research scientists, and were in a lot of demand to talk about their research and attend other people's seminars.

"Well, great. When are you coming back?" She asked.

"Tomorrow evening."

"What?"

"Um, yes. Its in Boston."

"Boston? All the way to the east coast? Do you have to go?"

"Em, don't be like this. You know we have to. It will be quick, I promise. And do me a favour, NO PARTIES. Keep an eye on Lance, get it?"

"Yeah, yeah, will do." She said as she started backing away. "Bye, Mom. Have fun."

She was just leaving when her mom called again.

"Wait, Emma!"

"Now what?"

"Another favour. Can you deliver this stack? Your dad and I are running late."

It was a stack of some ten or so spiral bound booklets.

"Mom, I have to jog, not carry out errands."

"Em, be a darling, please."

"Fine. Who do you want me to deliver it to?"

"Mrs. Lancaster."

"What?!" Em yelled. Mrs. Lancaster was an old scarecrow of a woman who, for some reason, had always detested Em. She was a serious gossip, and would make up rumours like nobody's business. If there was one old woman in Lakeforest that Em hated, it was Mrs. Lancaster all right.

"Mom, I can't do that! You know she hates me!"

"Em, I would have asked Lance to do this, but he's not awake, and your dad takes a lot of time to get ready." Then she raised her voice and yelled, "Nick! Hurry up, will you?"

"Coming, darling!" He yelled back.

Emma's mom turned back towards Em.

"Em, please. Just drop it at her home."

"Yeah, and here comments about how I'm getting it on with half the guys in this town. You know, she basically called me slut last time?" She grumbled.